I stared at my two choices.

Beads of sweat ran down my temples as my eyes darted to and fro with indecision.

My sister Becky tapped her foot impatiently.

“Aw, c’mon Harold!!” She bounces up and down on the spot.

“Just pick onnnnnnne!!”

“But it’s so hard!”

“NO ITS NOT YOU IDIOT!”

“YEAH WELL FOR ME IT IS!” I screamed in absolute agony.

“Just hurry up you baby.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not a baby.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“You’re fat like a baby,” she grabbed my cheek and stretched out the chubby skin.

“OW!” I jerked back. “STOP!”

“Then just hurry up!”

“I told you it’s HARD!”

“OH MY GOSH YOU’RE SO STUPID!!” She kicked my shin.

“OW!” I hopped up and down and glared at her.

I lunged forward and pushed her backwards.

She stumbled and jabbed her back with the edge of the dinning table.

“OW!” She cried and dropped to the floor.

She started crying.

“Who’s the baby now?” I grinned.

She glared at me through crybaby tears.

Oh no. Wait. No don’t- !!!

“MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMM!”

I heard footsteps thunder down stairs and Mum flew into the kitchen, past me and before I could say “I DIDN’T DO IT” she was cradling Becky in her arms.

“You alright, baby-boo?” She cooed.

Becky shook her head and pointed at me while making whiny whimpering sounds.

I’m in trouble.

“Harold...”

“Wasn’t my faul-“ I started.

“Harold you’re the only other person in the house.”

“The cat did it.”

“Harold I’m not stupid.”

“The cat did it!”

“Stop,” she said, giving me a look. “Why’d you push your sister? That’s literally all I want to know.”

I stared blankly at Mum. “She kicked me.”

That got my sister fired up.

“You were taking too long!”

“You called me a baby!”

“You pushed me!”

“You called me an idiot!”

“STOP!”

Mums voice screamed.

“What the HECK were you fighting over?!?”

Becky and I looked at each other.

She pointed to the counter.

Mum laid Becky up against the table leg and got up to examine the counter.

She spotted two plates and peered at them.

Mum just stood there for a while. Then she turned to us.

“You.. you were fighting over... this?”

Becky and I nodded.

“You were.. fighting.. over.. THIS?!?” She yelled.

“You two are unbelievable!”

She scooped up the two plates.

“If you can’t learn how to behave and share over.. over these!” Her face had turned red. “Then I guess you don’t deserve them!”

I watched helplessly as she marched away with my two choices.

“No..” I whispered. “My cake.”

Original story by Phifi